in the midst of itin the thick of it
iron is sharpening iron
grinding away at my bones
i'll be something different, utterly
when i'm through
the changes working in me
are as numerous as my cells,
swelling and filling every pore of my skin
excising, excising
what is no longer useful
what has festered and rotted
and now makes me ill
i'll emerge on the other side
senses keened and focus sharper
but all my angles will have melted
softer
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